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For once, there is smoothness in her face.
To say the sight was a strange occurence would be, on itself, perhaps a minor euphemism. To see the blue mage’s serene and untroubled gaze in the middle of the field, as she simply laid down and listened to the birds, was a sight very, very few ever got the luck to see. Specially with attire that did not remind of her social rank among mages, allways adorned in dark blue hues and golden pieces, to see her like this? It betrayed the normal conception for most.
It was hard to remember underneath still lived a young woman.
“ So, what pleasure do I owe to have someone watching? “ She sighs, for a moment it sounds tired, and slightly annoyed, but soon returns to a rather fine tone, calm as the spring’s breezes in the middle of the sunset. A hand genly petting a white raven that silently watched in curiosity to the newcomer. “ He already told me you were around, is there something you wish to discuss, or simply some company and listen to the old flows of life? “
“ If it is the former, please await. I came here exactly to take a rest from any matters of the world; shall it be only for company and peace, then you... may be welcome this time... “
“ He also says hello. “